Where the wind mets the water
is a memory of trees, a discussion
of serenity. The Otherlands
are full of moving fruit,
like coloured balls played with
by children, and a tree lying down
on a bed of clouds. Elsewhere
there’s a green, leafy print
of a poem in French,
in its centre an open flower
traced in lines of light.
I am the one who will come
and tell you of all these things.
I am who reminds you, ‘When you go,
don't forget you carry back magic.'
*Viewing online images from South Korea’s National Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art
The first three lines of the poem appropriate titles of some of the exhibits.
NaPoWriMo Prompt: The poem is meant to answer, 'obliquely', the question of why I am a poet.